I Was The Hero, But I Woke Up as a Phoenix Princess! – Chapter 965

Chapter 11 Breakfast
Time does not stop. As the last trace of moonlight disappears, the dawn arrives, accompanied by the chirping of birds, and soft radiance once again covers the vibrant earth.
A few rays of sunlight fall, touching the girl’s gently closed long eyelashes. Amidst the scattered fine shadows, they also adorn Verafia’s soft, tranquil, and exquisitely beautiful face, carved like a jade artwork, with the colors of dawn.
As the Goddess Princess, no one would dare to disturb her in the morning.
Verafia, wrapped in a thin blanket, with her small hands holding a soft pillow, peeks her little head out of the covers. The corners of her mouth slightly curve upwards, revealing a gentle arc, as if showing the beautiful dream the Goddess Miss is experiencing.
“Veer!”
However, before she could witness the most anticipated scene, an enthusiastic Ice Dragon Girl excitedly knocks on her door, shattering the Goddess Princess’s beautiful dream.
After sending away the little ice dragon who disturbed her peaceful sleep, Verafia climbs back into the big bed. Her slightly sleepy little face looks a bit dazed. Beneath her sheer sleep dress, a few soft strands of gold lightly touch her snow-white jade skin. Her eyes, still somewhat hazy, are filled with a resentful expression.
Suddenly, a gentle knock sounds at the door. The young man outside softly says, “Young Lady.”
“Ah, it’s Ig…”
Verafia instinctively raises her head and answers. She pushes open the door and walks out. Indeed, it is Ig. She sees him dragging a tray, smiling warmly as he approaches the girl’s boudoir, and gently placing the tableware in his hands on a small table.
Upon seeing Ig, Verafia immediately becomes alert. Her big golden eyes brighten slightly, and she jumps off the big bed. Beneath her silk sleep dress, her delicate little feet step onto the soft carpet, and she hurries to Ig’s side.
In the entire world, if there is one thing that can awaken this Goddess Miss’s morning grumpiness, it is the breakfast made by Ig.
In fact, for strong individuals on the crystal level, basic physiological needs like eating are no longer necessary, let alone for Verafia, the Goddess Princess. However, since she has a servant to command, why would she waste it?
Walking closer to the small table, Verafia is slightly stunned by the breakfast Ig has laid out. A few soft strands of golden hair fall, and she lifts her little face in confusion, gazing at Ig before her.
“Hmm, these… aren’t made by Ig?”
In her eyes, the laid-out tableware indeed contains prepared food. However, apart from the hot milk in the glass, the rest, despite its variety, are simply breakfasts made from ordinary ingredients.
However, on these simple ingredients, Verafia can still see the effort put into cooking the breakfast.
“It’s the villagers’ gratitude to you, Young Lady. Actually, they had prepared more things, gold coins, gems, and a magic scroll that they desperately kept safe from the bandits… By the way, although the villagers said it was a Star Rank magic, it is actually recorded as a Saint-level forbidden magic. Perhaps it’s a scroll left by their ancestors, and it’s probably more precious than their entire village combined.”
Ig chuckles and adds, “However, I don’t think Verafia lacks any of these things, so I refused them on your behalf and only kept the breakfast they made.”
“Is that so…”
Verafia tilts her head, her pure white little hands tugging at a few fallen strands of gold. Hearing Ig’s description, she can vaguely picture the scene.
Although, as Ig said, she certainly doesn’t lack gold coins, gems, or magic, for this small village that has just been plundered by bandits, it is probably everything they could offer to express their gratitude.
“Wait, that’s not right. If it’s because of the antidote I mixed, but Ig, you gave it to them, why are they looking for me?”
Verafia raises her little head, and a hint of confusion suddenly appears in her big golden eyes as she looks at Ig.
“I am merely your knight; how would I know how to treat a plague?”
Looking at the girl’s confused expression, Ig can’t help but rub her little head. “In the eyes of these villagers, yesterday, there was a gentle, kind, and beautiful priestess treating their illnesses. This village isn’t far from here, so of course, they saw that kind priestess busy with them until late at night.”
“Hmm, th-that’s right! Idiot Ig, don’t describe me like that!”
Verafia’s little face flushes with embarrassment. She waves her little fists and stomps her little feet under her snow-white skirt.
Actually, she doesn’t think that the things she did casually are worth such gratitude. She only spent one night.
Furthermore, the reason she chose to help this village wasn’t because of her kindness. It was simply because she saw the tragic situation, was touched by it by chance, and discovered that the instigator of the plague was a powerful Demon King.
Looking at the little goddess’s fierce expression, Ig finds it indescribably amusing. The corners of his mouth can’t help but curl up, and he gently strokes a few strands of her hair.
“However, Verafia probably won’t get used to this kind of food, right? Actually, I have prepared breakfast for you. Let me handle these gifts from the villagers.”
“No!”
Verafia extends her little hand and fiercely blocks him. Her beautiful golden eyes lift, and she looks at him angrily. “The Goddess Princess isn’t a young lady who only eats fine delicacies! Besides, these are my gifts; how can I give them to you?”
“Yes, yes, I misunderstood you. Please forgive me, Goddess Princess.” Ig suppresses a smile.
He suddenly remembers a story from a long time ago when this little girl spent all his gold coins, forcing him to feed her black bread, and in return, she beat him severely.
Past stories surface like ripples on autumn water. Ig looks at the girl sitting at the small table, drinking milk, frowning, and forcing herself to swallow this not-so-palatable food, and a gentle smile emerges from him.
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Beside Ig are several powerful young girls. They are all at least Saint Domain powerhouses. Although Ophi occasionally indulves in snacks and roasted meat, and Princess Misela misses sweet pastries and delicious afternoon tea, they don’t pester him to make breakfast every day like Verafia does.
As Verafia finishes her breakfast, bluebirds chirp, and tender green branches gently sway. Several girls, who were being playfully dragged by Ophi in the forest, return to the carriage, and it is time to set off.
The wheels slowly turn on the ground. The thin sunlight spreads on the ground like a soft, delicate veil. On the slightly moist soil, it leaves slightly deep wheel tracks.
Sitting by the window, Verafia swings her small feet wrapped in white silk, her little hands propping up her chin. The delicate sunlight is reflected on her snow-white face, bathing in the warmth of the sunlight.
She has no intention of disturbing the villagers suffering from war again. After all, this was just a minor matter done casually, and in Verafia’s heart, it doesn’t warrant much thanks. The potion she left behind, coupled with Ig’s mental imprint, is enough to protect them from war and plague.
Conversely, she can do little for the more people who have suffered the same fate, for the wider world…
“Please stop!” Verafia is lost in thought when a hasty shout rings out.
The girl pokes her head out and looks at the golden-haired priest rushing towards her on the road. She gazes at his young and handsome face and, after thinking for a while, finally remembers his name:
“Um, it’s you, the priest from yesterday, Klein?”